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I do it again, slower this time, pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit until her hips buck from the counter.

I grip them.

Hold her still.

And feast.

She’s fucking dripping.

Down my chin.

Onto the counter.

Everywhere.

I push two fingers inside her, curling them until I find the spot that makes her entire body jerk.

Her mouth falls open.

Nothing comes out.

Her throat works beneath my palm as she fights the scream I know is trapped behind her teeth.

I keep my fingers right there.

Pressing.

Rubbing.

My tongue works her clit in time with every movement, and I watch her unravel above me.

Her eyes rolling back.

Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip until I see the smallest smear of blood.

Every muscle in her body trembling with the effort to obey me.

“You’re close.”

It isn’t a question.

I can feel her tightening around my fingers. Feel every desperate flutter as her body coils tighter and tighter.

I pull my mouth away. “Don’t.”

Her eyes fly open.

I curl my fingers again, and her entire body shakes.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

She makes a broken sound.

“You don’t cum until I’m inside you.” I rise slowly between her legs. “You don’t cum until I tell you.”

Tears gather at the corners of her eyes.

Not pain.